Be

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

She glared up at her grandmother, clearly disgusted by the question.

“I want to be tall. And I want to be strong. I want to help people who need help. I want to be kind.”

Grandmother pursed her lips disapprovingly, and said, “Well, maybe you can be a nurse, or a doctor or a policeman. Those are good things to be.”

Rolling her eyes, the girl said, “Those aren’t things to be. Those are things to do” and she hopped down off grandmother’s lap and went to read a book.